The Pale Altar

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The Pale Altar

The ledger was cold, its leather spine cracked like old skin, and Elias Thorne held it with the care of a man holding a live coal. He sat in the basement archives of the Meridian Insurance Company, the air thick with the smell of damp paper and the faint, metallic tang of the gas lamps flickering overhead. It was 1904, and the silence of the room was broken only by the rhythmic scratching of...

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